Nina Walsh countered, "Where are we going?"
Jay Keane's face was expressionless, like a mindless drone. "You'll know when we arrive, Miss Walsh."
Nina had a bad feeling, but thinking of Aiden Sinclair's attitude earlier today, she still got into Jay Keane's car.
The car sped all the way to the hospital entrance. Nina's heart leaped into her throat. "Why did you bring me to the hospital? Is Aiden Sinclair sick?"
The car stopped in the hospital's parking garage. Jay Keane replied, "Mr. Sinclair is fine. It's Ms. Jacobs."
Clara Jacobs?
Nina immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle, but it was too late. Bodyguards rushed over, grabbed her by both arms, and dragged her into an elevator.
She was pinned to a hospital bed as two nurses rolled up her sleeves, ready to stick a needle into her wrist.
The scene was chillingly familiar. 'Aiden Sinclair is making them take my blood again.'
"Get off me!"
